*sniffs* *spits*
ummm. yeah. last night! ok so i went to my dad's house, and i get there and he instantly goes "i'm working on the swimming pool." so i go out with him to the backyard and the pool's almost finished, we just needed to hammer down some tiles, which was really fun cuz no matter how hard you hit em, they did NOT break! it was hilarious, we were joking about dirty clothes and how it was such a BIG DEAL if your clothes got dirty, and he goes, "i have a maid, so its ok if my clothes get dirty." and i pick up a handful of dirt and throw it at him. so he throws some dirt back and we're having a dirt fight! woohu! fun! we stumble back into the house, laughing insanely, then scrub ourselves off at the sinks (somewhat). we have lunch (which tasted like shyt) then go down to the garage. well my dad bought this beautiful aluminum plated black and decker drill made in honour of Black and Decker's 85th anniversary. it had two directional torque, two options, rubber grip, lock, vertical AND horizontal laser beams to tell you weather or not your hands are straight and a detachable screw driver! it was sooooo funky. we spent hours talking about it, then scrubbed the new skeleton for his GMC together. i was looking at his bike and i went, thoughtfully, in those moods where you don't even realize you're talking outloud, "i wanna go for a ride." so my dad goes "ok" and we go for a ride. it was incredible. we went all the way to 7awali, then he let ME drive the whole way back. he said i was a good driver. i said thank you. it was fun. what i wanna say is really, that this entire day all i could think about was... thank God i wore overalls.

i never tried to stay insane
i just finished watching naruto with my brother, and after the episode was done we spent an hour talking about who would win i na fight between gaara and neji. please, gaara would DESTROY neeji. pssh. anyhow, this episode hokage (the third) died and it hit me. after you see soemthing like that, like you see a sad death in a movie or show (or anime) or you read it in a book or you hear a sad song and all you want to do is write about the death of great people. isn't that wierd? it's like people don't matter or become legacies until they're gone. i can sit here right now and for hours onwards talk about the death of a great person who did not even exist. it's not about not knowing what you have until you lose it, nothing of that sort, it's just that death makes people amplified. not just tragedy, tragedy isn't enough, but DEATH makes people immortal. to die is to become a hero. it's so strange the way we function. i don't know what i'm going on about, just thought it'd make sense if i tried writing it down. don't think it does. hmm.

that curiosity boredom thing AC's got going on
right so the deal is, you ask three questions, and i answer truthfully. anonnymous is ok, but if i get three anonymous questions i'll assume it's the same person and won't asnwer anymore. i forfeit the right to refuse a question unless you ask more than three. and THEN hop to it! enjoy! go wild!

and yes AC, i also remember the nudity, the naked dancing and the dirty talk/flashing einstein. (ELEPHANTS!)

YOU'LL WANNA READ THIS!
young is a jackass. he was all kidding with me today and being all nice, told me i was brilliant at one point. he was all "you're so small, i could throw you in a pack and sling you over my shoulder and no one would notice," and all funny (he tried) in his twisted sick way. it was pleasing to no end, to see him all but begging forgiveness for trashing me before break. his mother...

that's out of the way *slides aside* cathy and i had the best talk today. we were walking around school picking up everything we could get our hands on if it even remotely resembled sheherazade or arabian nights thing. we went to the auditorium and she was all "have you ever made out here" so i laugh, being the school slut that i am, and start showing her all the places i've made out. it was hilarious. then she asked me, out of the blue, "so are you and blag going out yet?" YET she asks, YET, as if it were totally expected. little does she know about what's going on. (little do i know about what's going on really if you wanna do that.) well when we were at the drama class, guess who we found strolling teh halls, wasting time? tammam ofcourse! *coughGOLDFISHcough* who? and THEN! well he's trying to waste time nad he starts stealing my sword and running away with it, then running back and stabbing my ass with it. i was gonna be sick at his display of childish horniness. cathy was talking to conway in teh classroom this whole time and i was outside with him, wishing i was elsewhere. so i tell him to come to our play (don't judge me, we need the money!) and he's all "what's in it for me?" and then he WINKS AT ME! i force a smile on my face and go, "it's a good show," and he laughs, pushes the matter, asks, "do i get a special show afterwards?" i wanted to hurl all over him but instead i go "just buy a ticket and go, you'll enjoy it, trust me. i'll be wearing a DRESS!" so he mock-gasps and i'm all "don't make fun, some people last year went to sheherazade JUST to see me in a dress," and he goes "fine i'll think about it." UGH yall better be grateful as FUCK! i had to let him hit on me to get him to buy a ticket! APPRECIATE! so cathy comes out of the class around this time, i take my sword back (after turning down his offer to walk me back to my class and "give me a hand with my sword and i'll give you a hand with yours") and out of earshot, cathy looks at me and goes "dont trust him, i hate him" i was "why?" and she's "because he always talks about people! i invited him to my party and when he went people were making out all over the place and the next day it was all over school. ino he talks about EVERYBODY behind their backs." so we talked a little baout him and she tells me "he thinks all the girls like him and all the guys are jealous of him" and i started LAUGHING and told her about how he was hitting on me. it was funny. then we got to class and stopped trashing people behind their backs. and THEN, she started telling me about THIMUN, told me some secrets, and i am so psyched. i really wanna go next year, like BADLY, i think i may cry in public *gasp* if i don't get to go. i'm kinda hoping my dad will come around and i'll be able to use my summer job money for THIMUN instead of tuition. *crosses fingers* let's pray people...

what else did i do today? drama class in the morning. faisal's got his braces on and he told me it hurts. *cries* may is coming (COMING!) fast and i can foresee the pain they've all prophesized! ahhhhhh! it's for the best i guess. *sigh* i'll live. which remidns me, i better pull out some clothes from the closet to show people (director and costume designer) morrow about ouiser. damn lema's gona out of her way to make me look the ugly fool. should be fun! woohu! i wonder if i have anything "bizzare" i can take with me? hmmm...

i can't believe we're back in school. it's bloody gay is what it is. *mutters in japanese* i'm so not in the mood for this "let's work everyone's fingers to the bones together, ESPECIALLY the IB students!". it's like gang rape on us IB students! even the certificates! ESPECIALLY the certificates. the IB teachers are all IB on our asses and the regular teachers are thinking "these people aren't taking IB, let's rape them with homework!" it's fucking disgusting. which reminds me, i should be doing homework right now... *scratches chin* yeah maybe later.

Ac's mom
(AC's mom, is dyin to get it on)

AC wants to come over, after school (after school)
says her mom's at home, doing things in the pool (she's in the pool)
told me she was touched places she didn't know were there (know were there)
so little girls, and little boys, beware (children beware)
you know she loves the little boys that we used to be
and has a thing for orphans which is really scary

AC's mom is dyuin to get it on!
it's all that she wants, and she's waited for so long
AC can't you see, she's makign a pass at me
there's something really wrong, being molested by AC's mom

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this n that
hmm, i've done mcuh this weekend and haven't updated. well, here goes.

after the wedding, we woke up the next day at around 8, and we were all sleepy as fuck cuz we hadn't slep the night before til 4, but we got up anyhow, my mother made breakfast, i did the dishes, and the nwe all got dressed in our prettiest clothes and went to the arcade in the city center next to my house. well there's a DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION arcade there, and if you don't know what that is, it's a dance game, where the play music, and on screen they tell you where to step and how to step and when to step, and you stand on a platform with sensors that decide if you're stepping right. well there i was, playing it easily a dozen times over, and i actually got an audience. i was moving! i danced like no one was watching, and when i was done, people started cheering! it was so cool! my cousins were all oh-so-impressed! it kicked ass. i felt good. well after that, we all went to my aunt's house BUT on the way, my cousin decides he wants to soak m. meaning, he took his bottle of water and poured it all ALL on my head. then he took another three bottles of water and poured THEM on my head. it worked. i was soaked. we finally got to aunty's house and i took a shower and borrowed some of my cousin's clothes (her t-shirt was more than enough while i waited for my clothes and underwear to dry) and then i started getting sick for a while, retching, whatever else, but that passed. just in time, too, cuz i threw my clothes back on and we went cruising. well on the way, my driving cousin stopped at her university and bought a good chunk of weed and a bottle of beer. there i was i na car with two kuwaiti girls and two emaratee girls, all wearing the hijab, one emiratee drunk, the other three high. i was the only sober one. it was hilarious cuz they started going nuts, and eventually i made my cousin pull over and drove her home. when we got downstairs, we waited until the lights went out before going in the house, in case someone decided to ask what was wrong with my happy happy cousins, and we played loud (arabic) music waiting for the smell to go away (the windows were rolled down) before half an hour later, we went in. we passed ok, and no one noticed anything. i put them all to bed and waited for my mother to pick me up. i have a recording of the wasted family on my fone, absolutely side-splitting it was. remind me to let yall hear it sometime.

marriage party!
woohu! family weeddings rock my socks off! never mind i spent five hours in a salon and didn't even get anything done, and then i had to get dressed, do my make up and hair in less than ten minutes (it's a record i swear!) but when we got there at around 11 (we took a nice lady from the american embassy with us, Mrs. Kristina) guess who was there?! bedoor! oh wow i missed her! i huged her and we hugged and kissed and hugged and kissed and it was soooo nice! we danced the night away and didn't stop dancing until 1 because our feet were so sore and we were both starving. we ate, and laughed, and danced again, no matter how tired we were, and we talked the whole time. i loved every second of it, and when it was over i didn't want to go home. she's going back to emirates on friday, and i won't be able to see her again until then. i'm going to miss her so much, seeing her again made me realize just how much i already missed her. the way she laughed, the way she nodded when you were talking to her, the simple motion of her body and just the way she smells make me ache. i really wish she could stay here. she and i would have so much fun together. when we had to go, we hugged and she cried, but i was strong. she told me she'd been thinking about me since i left and i told her i'd been thinking about her too. we said we'd keep in touch, but it was poor compensation and we both knew it. she gave me a ring with black, grey and white stars on the band. she said she couldn't stand seeing me again with empty hands so she picked it up at the airport. it was sooo cute! *sigh* well, at least we had a great night. that and, i looked great. i didn't take my fone with me so i didn't take pictures (*gloom*) but i took a picture before we left and one after i got home, and can i just say? i look good in dresses. well i have to go now, entertain family. but i will be back.

p.s. kookee i lerve you! update us on what the fuck happened in miami!

fuck it fuck it fuck it FUCK IT. young grabs me in the hall, asks why i'm leaving hsi class. i told him for my GPA's sake. he says that universities value academic rigour, i said scholarhsips of our beloved ministry do not. he says out of our entire class only 4 people know what's going on, and i'm one of them. he said i'm going to flunk out of college, and i'm irresponsible. he said it didn't matter if i got into a university, i wasw bound to be kicked out, and i was whiny and a lazy brat. he said i had to suck it up and face life, because i can't run form everything that's hard. i told him he was wrong. i then told him i would drop by on him ten years from now, he'd still be a teacher, and i'd have a nobel prize. fucker.

answers
I wonder about humankind, and where it will end up. Sometimes I go to a place in my head where I know all the answers, and I can ask al the questions. Perhaps it is society that prohibits me from asking these questions in the true world, but perhaps it’s only me. I like to blame society, for, after all, who willingly blames themselves for such a trivial fault? Not to mention, although I may view it as my personal fault, society views it as a virtue. Some questions are simply not meant to be asked, and others simply not meant to be answered.
While many of these questions I ask in my head retain no personal relevance to my life, I find myself asking more and more of them. I ask what would have happened if Hitler had died at birth, and if our officials today could build a time machine, would they have gone back and prohibited the birth, avoided possibly the second world war altogether? An obvious answer would be yes, but I wonder about the obvious sometimes. It’s not that I question what is given and handed me, but I sometimes question the faith and eagerness with which we all confirm to being good and pure at heart.
A possibility which led me to question that all-knowing voice in my head and ask: am I good and pure at heart? The fortune teller in my mind shook her head sadly. No, she answered, no you are not. You try to be good, and wish you were pure at heart, but you are not. It’s not a flaw in character, but it was what separates you from the animals. Instincts of the animals tell them to be good, to only kill to eat, only hurt to protect, but human instincts are different. I accepted this answer without question, and display no shame in repeating the answer dozens of times over to anyone who will trouble themselves to listen and many who will not. Another character flaw.
However, one burning question, one unanswered inquiry that plagued me throughout the past several years of my life, I asked this fortune-teller in my mind. I asked, “Am I going to die?” She, in response, smiled and said Naturally. Quickly realizing my mistake I corrected it: “Am I going to die young?” Once again, the wise face fell and she looked sad. There will come a time when new discoveries and new experiments of western medicine will excite a great deal of hope in your soul. Things will begin to get better, but then they will get worse. The wisest of doctors will sigh and, defeated, tell you that there is no longer hope. You, too, shall lose hope. The time of your death will come, and it will go, but you shall not die. I carry that answer with me wherever I go now. Perchance this will all occur soon, within this next year, possibly it will stretch over the next decade. I do not know. I did not ask. I merely accepted the answer as handed to me and, through sheer luck, granted.
It’s a foggy room, through a door I have often seen in my wake yet never entered. The walls are draped in thick and light tapestries. More rugs are thrown on the floors than should have been allowed, and overlap one another mercilessly so that the patterns and designs of each is impossible to distinguish form the next. There is a fireplace in the back left corner, and a round table in the center with two chairs at it. Over the table is a lantern, casting the brightest light in the room. Candles and incants are thick, but the smell doesn’t choke you. In fact, it’s almost like there is a breeze in the room, to keep it airy and comfortable to breathe.
At the round table, the center of which is occupied by a crystal ball which has collected dust for lack of use, is seated one person, always the same person. She is deceased. Why my subconscious has chosen her as my fortune-teller, I do not know. She cries a great deal. For the first few visits, I asked her why she cried. No matter what her facial expressions, tears always ran down her rosy, healthy cheeks, unfamiliar for in her life they had been stricken and threateningly slender. Every time I asked her what caused her grief she laughed, the tears still streaming down her face, and waved away my remarks as though they were a joke. So I stopped asking.
Sometimes, I cry with her. I had never seen her cry during the course of the three years I was acquainted with her. However, this great weakness I saw in her when she was a part of my – what can only be described as- lucid dreams shook my core and rattled my heart. I cried with her often, and sometimes, I ceased to ask the questions I so desperately wanted the answers to so that I may hold her and she hold me and we may cry with one another. I wake up from these dreams my bed sheets moist with genuine tears. Crying with her was the first time I had cried in my sleep. Oh how I felt relieved. I was grieving, my wounds still raw and fresh, and I was relived to see that I was not numb with the pain, that I still felt it. I suffered, and I knew it now when I had doubted it before. I breathed a sigh of relief; I was recovering.